His veins turn green as his body expands to be around their height, horns sprout from his head as his nails turn to claws and his skin turns a bright red, the chains shatter in most places, he’s a demon, straight up.
He doesn’t comment on it, rather doing so in a round about way “How are you doing today, dear?”
She runs a hand across their chest, feeling them up with a smile.
His veins turn green as his body expands to be around their height, horns sprout from his head as his nails turn to claws and his skin turns a bright red, the chains shatter in most places, he’s a demon, straight up.
He doesn’t comment on it, rather doing so in a round about way “How are you doing today, dear?”
She runs a hand across their chest, feeling them up with a smile.
"O-oh, okay.. W-what.. I'm still heavily confused."
"Well.. I'm okay. Just, exhausted with work."
Soft and fluffy. "You like my fluff, baby?"
“Paul is possessed, I am your teacher.” The demon smiles brightly with ravor sharp fangs.
“I am sorry for you, I wish I could help with your work.”
“It’s so… fluffy.” She kisses their chest with a smile.
*I don't really know what's wrong with me* *I just wanna make em' all bleed* *All I think about is evil deeds* *They try to say I'm a terrorist* *But what I'm a do even scarier* *I'm so nefarious*
*An amazing series of movies that never disappoints.*
*I am such a fan of Peter Quill in all honesty. Favorite child.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*I love everybody, a tragic group of lovable misfits, funny and happy and good.*
“My friend.” She opens the door, standing there is a tall, scrawny and pale looking man in chains. He smiles at Camilla and walks inside.
“Steaks? Sounds absolutely delicious, I cannot wait.”
Paracelsus is sleeping on her bed in her room, finally getting some sleep.
Camilla sits down as the pale man holds out a hand to them, his chains rattling “I’m Paul.” His voice is tired but kind.
He stands up and goes to grab the good vintage, pouring two glasses.
She stirs, eyes opening only slightly, “Honey…?” She asks, reaching out to them.
His hands appear normal, though more frail and weak than anything.
He passes them the good wine, the best wine he’s got, sitting down next to them with a smile.
She nuzzles into them, blubbering a bit, “Yes… dear…” She closes her eyes again.
“No, I can’t, I don’t have any claws.” He takes a deep breath and his eyes turn yellow, slitting.
“Thank you for an amazing meal my love.” He begins to eat, expecting them to follow.
She weakly kissing them before resting back into them, taking some slow and deliberate breaths.
*Cut for Salem.*
His veins turn green as his body expands to be around their height, horns sprout from his head as his nails turn to claws and his skin turns a bright red, the chains shatter in most places, he’s a demon, straight up.
He doesn’t comment on it, rather doing so in a round about way “How are you doing today, dear?”
She runs a hand across their chest, feeling them up with a smile.
*I think I'll be back for now.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Its good to have you back my friend.*
“Paul is possessed, I am your teacher.” The demon smiles brightly with ravor sharp fangs.
“I am sorry for you, I wish I could help with your work.”
“It’s so… fluffy.” She kisses their chest with a smile.
*I don't really know what's wrong with me*
*I just wanna make em' all bleed*
*All I think about is evil deeds*
*They try to say I'm a terrorist*
*But what I'm a do even scarier*
*I'm so nefarious*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels